I wonder if your safe in your skin, or at night you still allow me to crawl back in.

It was easy you know
To fall in love with you
It was the very moment I laid eyes on you
I can make this very drawn out and wrap my words in a thousand metaphors
but it was simple
Probably easiest thing I've ever done

I'm feeling a little weaker now, that you have finally decided to leave. There's not an ocean deep enough to chain me beneath, I'll still see the sun and compare it to your eyes. I'll still feel the knifes from when you said your goodbyes. Darling, times standing still, as my fingers tap nervously. Lying to myself, about how this couldn't be purposely. It's impossible to think all that love could be gone, or that there's a stranger in your room, putting your shirt back on.*

I've spent the last week hoping that I'd be fine, I've written hundreds of poems that I tried to trap you inside. But you seep through the cracks, you always remain. Your the one person I loved I guess I couldn't escape.

Are you proud babe?
well you should be.

What I would give to be on that beach, laying on a blanket in the back of a beat up van. The doors wide open, watching the stars shoot across the open ocean. Taking in the smell of a small fire and the sea salt on your skin.

Your hands wrapped in mine, your head settling on my chest. Listening to the sound of breaking waves and crackling wood.
Soon dear,
soon.

Your body may remain wrapped in his arms, but your thoughts will forever chase my hands.

I know for now, we will never be close.
Or at least close enough for me to feel the heat creeping from your skin again. Covering mine, like the sunlight on a freezing flower.  I loved that about you,  I also loved the storm that followed you. I loved being swept away in it, being pulled apart and then put back together again all at once. Nothing ever felt the same after that. How the hair on my neck would stand when you would kiss me,  Or the hours spent with our eyes closed guessing who would blink. Not knowing that one day we would regret not staring into each other's eyes. Because of how badly we would want that back, the seconds we could have had. In love, together.

Knowing that we would spent the rest of our life's, looking out windows into the past. Remembering the dialogue lightly but the feeling constantly.

What are the odds we speak again? Possibly in a different time. Where we can meet again as strangers, and fall in love all over again.